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Jongwoo’s never written smut before. He’d always found it sort of cheap and tawdry when it came up in the crime novels he read. Then again, those were for a broader audience, this is for an audience of one. He knows Moonjo reads everything he writes, whether Jongwoo asks him to or not. Usually that annoys him, but now he can use it to his advantage.
He’d like to see Moonjo’s face when he reads it. It would only be fair, since he wrote it last night in his room, so he’s sure Moonjo saw his face while he was writing it.
It describes in vivid detail, his hero and villain finally coming to a confrontation. First they fight, beating each other black and blue, each trying to gain the upper hand, but ultimately coming to a stalemate. Both of them exhausted and desperate, the tension between them finally breaks, and they fuck, quick and dirty, on the floor, in some middle ground between sex and violence.
When Moonjo gets back from work, he finds Jongwoo right where he’s been waiting for him on the couch in their living room.
Jongwoo waits for Moonjo to sit down across from him before closing his laptop with a definitive click and setting it on the table.
He keeps his expression blank, but he tilts his head at Moonjo, blinking slowly, daring him to speak first.
Moonjo doesn’t disappoint, the man can always be trusted to run his mouth.
“Your newest chapter was riveting,” Moonjo says, surprising him by coming right out and saying it. Usually, Moonjo likes to play with his food longer.
“I wrote it for you,” Jongwoo replies calmly, upping the ante.
He stretches himself out along the couch, raising his arms above his head, baring his neck. Making himself appear attractive and defenseless.
Moonjo licks his lips and slides into the floor, crawling the short distance to the couch, slow and careful like he’s trying not to spook a prey animal.
“You have such a way with words, my Love,” Moonjo smiles, kneeling up to cup Jongwoo’s face in his hands.
Jongwoo slaps his hands away, “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Moonjo smirks at him and climbs on top of him, but obediently keeps his hands folded politely in front of himself.
“I want to be close to you,” Moonjo says, sounding like it costs him something to admit it, and Jongwoo preens. Moonjo’s eyes get a little glassy and hooded, and he murmurs, “I want to be inside you.”
“I don’t care what you want,” Jongwoo whispers lovingly, tracing Moonjo’s long, delicate fingers with his own.
“Then take what you want from me, Honey,” Moonjo purrs, changing tactics as easily as he slips a wire around someone’s neck.
He allows Moonjo to roll his hips down against his own, and scratches his nails down Moonjo's back as roughly as he can through his shirt. Moonjo sighs into the pain and leans down closer.
“Let me touch you,” Moonjo pleads, and Jongwoo rolls his eyes, but nods.
Jongwoo lets him press two fingers into his mouth, opening wide enough for Moonjo to see down his throat. Moonjo breathes out a moan as he strokes over Jongwoo’s tongue.
Then Jongwoo viciously bites down, and Moonjo moans even louder.
Moonjo pulls them out and then wraps them around Jongwoo’s throat, and he feels a chill of fear for the first time in a long time. It mixes with the heat in his gut, and he realizes he enjoys that thrill. Missed it, even.
“Honey,” Moonjo breathes, leaning their foreheads together, "I'll give you anything you want."
Jongwoo presses his hand against Moonjo’s lips before the man can kiss him, then shoves him off the couch onto the floor.
“Then do your job, and find us someone new,” Jongwoos says, looking down at Moonjo’s shocked adoration, before slipping away to his bedroom.
That night Jongwoo goes through his usual drugging routine with Moonjo, but has a few extra steps this time.
He braces himself over Moonjo’s torso and pushes one finger inside himself. The sensation isn’t all that pleasant, even with the slick slide of the lube, but the knowledge that Moonjo would literally kill to see him like this, but can’t, makes it feel electric.
He pumps it in and out a few times, getting used to the foreign feeling, then adds another. Each drag of his fingers feels like not only is he pleasuring himself, he is taking it away from the man beneath him.
He looks at Moonjo’s hands. His long, slender fingers. Skilled. Elegant.
He can have Moonjo’s fingers anytime he wants, and Moonjo would never have the satisfaction of using them himself. This body belonged to Jongwoo. These are Jongwoo’s hands, they are his to control as he sees fit.
He Moonjo’s hand in his and moves it between his thighs. He folds Moonjo’s ring and pinky finger out of the way and then works the remaining two inside himself.
He fucks himself on Moonjo’s fingers, already so deliriously turned on by taking this from Moonjo, that when the man’s fingers press up against a new place inside him he nearly comes on the spot.
He stuffs one of his own fingers inside himself alongside Moonjo’s and uses it to press Moonjo’s fingers into that spot over and over until his thighs are shaking. He grabs Moonjo’s other hand to wrap around his cock, instantly coming all over Moonjo’s fist.
“Fuck,” Jongwoo sighs, he can’t help himself from pressing a kiss to the corner of Moonjo’s mouth, the man makes such a perfect tool.